Reincarnated As A Lion In Another World-Chapter 54: Love is Illogical

Before Kael collapsed, he subconsciously entered the memory plane of the eight Primordials again.

The last thing he saw was N’bayé looking over him and the lionesses rushing to his fallen body with worry in their eyes.

Then, everything went dark.

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The Cosmos, as infinite as it was, never lacked its sense of beauty. Wherever one looked, stars decorated the void, and nebula clouds splashed their colors across the darkness.

It was quiet, a silence that wasn’t deafening. With no point of direction, there was no up or down, no left or right. Just a destination and a path to follow.

Amongst the stars, an object flew gracefully.

The object was big, almost the size of a moon, and shaped like an oval. The end was forged to take on the appearance of a whale’s tail.

Its metallic surface was dotted with lights and silver protrusions. Truly, it was a majestic vessel, one that would usually be called a spaceship.

Behind this so-called spaceship, space seemed to contract and expand rapidly while at the front, the same was happening. Only that at the front, space was shrinking more than it was expanding while at the back, it was expanding more than it was shrinking.

The shrinking and expansion of space around the spaceship caused it to move at a speed light could not keep up with. Within seconds, it had crossed a star system and was heading for the next.

This action could only be described as magical, and indeed it was. The magic runes that could be found lining the edges and gaps of the vessel were proof of the nature of its maker.

Within this spaceship, inside a spacious hall. Multiple humanoid figures could be seen walking to and fro, busy with one thing or the other.

All of them had bat-like wings on their backs and horns adorning their heads. Some had curved horns like a goat, others had one singular horn on their forehead like a rhino, and some had antlers. The majority of them had two simple pointy horns.

A common characteristic among these people would be their tall bodies and the scales that covered some parts of their bodies.

At the end of the hall, a large curved screen faced them, stretching from one wall to the other.

On the screen were numbers and images, analytics on the spaceship’s body, and other interesting data. Three-dimensional images would sometimes pop out of the screens, allowing the dragon-like people below to interact with the data on a deeper level.

Beneath the screen, a wide pad that covered the entire base floated a few feet off the ground. This pad had multiple screens and keypads that allowed the numerous dragon-like people to manipulate what happened on the large screen.

Magic runes were arranged on the pad and sharp claws tapped tirelessly on them, like the keypads they were.

Close to the people who were operating on the dashboard, a young-looking woman stood with her arms kept close to her chest.

She was different from the other people in this room. She had bright golden hair that flowed down to her waist and a beautiful face that matched well.

Her golden eyebrows were sharp like swords and her black and gold eyes were fixed on the large screen.

Her dress was white, flowing down to sweep the metal floor. The sleeves and waistline were adorned with black curvy lines, adding to the beauty and aura of the woman.

The dragon-like people would occasionally glance at her, with different expressions on their faces as well as different thoughts going through their heads.

Some looked at her with envy, especially the females. Some looked at her with curiosity, and some with contempt.

Just then, the two large doors at the other end of the hallway slid into the walls and a man walked into the hall.

This man was tall, nearly seven feet, and the two armored guards beside him were taller.

Their armor was black and covered all parts of their body. Their black wings were folded neatly behind them as if they were afraid of touching the man in the middle.

The man in the middle on the other hand was slim, compared to the bulky figures of his bodyguards.

His horns were black and curvy and they pointed upwards. The scales that covered his open chest and cheeks were as green as a verdant garden. His hair, an inky black that dropped to his shoulders, had a faint green color at the ends.

His clothes were loose, nothing more than a simple red robe that exposed his scaled chest.

His beautiful green eyes locked on the golden-haired woman who stood afar. Without a second thought, he walked briskly to her with a playful smile on his face.

The woman, hearing the footsteps that were all too familiar to her, could not help but smile too, although she refrained from turning around to see the man who was approaching her.

The green-scaled man arrived behind the woman, his arms wrapped around her small waist while his breath scraped her ears. Instantly, the woman’s face brightened with a red hue as she felt her body heat up.

Both of them were apparently the same height as their heads were resting next to each other and they could see each other’s faces from the corner of their eyes.

"My love." The scaled man whispered into her ear, his voice deep, and caused her skin to vibrate.

"Yes, Sakan," The golden-haired woman replied. She held the hands that still wrapped around her waist, not pushing it away, but ensuring that it stuck to her, like a belt.

The black armored bodyguards stood a few meters behind, not daring to intrude on their master’s personal space at this time.

The dragon-like people who went back and forth would glance at the duo from the corner of their eyes. The jealousy within the women only seemed to build up as they looked at this scene, only for their pent-up frustration to disappear after they released a silent sigh.

"Soon, we’ll be home, away from all those who are against our union." Sakan proclaimed. "Derylia, I promised to take us away from all the nonsense of our backgrounds, here we are."

Hearing his words, Derylia, the seventh Primordial Lion, revealed a sad expression. Her eyelids closed halfway and her shoulders dropped.

"If only they could accept us like this, what we feel for each other, can’t they see it beyond their petty skirmishes?" Derylia said out loud.

Sakan sighed, "There’s a level of power people reach that makes the whole concept of love almost insignificant to them.

For those high and mighty elder ones, our love means nothing to them, all they see is you staining the ego of the lions and the dragons." He said, a brief feeling of insecurity flashing through his eyes.

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Derylia shook her head, "I didn’t ask to be born as a Primordial lioness, I didn’t ask for any of those responsibilities. No one asked me if I was okay with carrying the fate of the lion race on my own.

I would gladly transfer this Primordial status away if it meant I would get to be with you forever."

Sakan chuckled at her words, his eyes also stared at the screen, looking at a particular image of the void they were traveling through. Based on what he was seeing, they would soon reach their destination, only then would ’they’ be free.

"A lot of my friends… My former friends have told me that my ability to think logically has been hindered because I focus too much on my emotions…

They still hope that I can somehow ’come back’ to my senses." As he said this, he shifted his hands to Derylia’s belly.

He could feel the faint flickering life force, like a candle that had just been lit. This life force was unique, a blend between his dragon heritage and Derylia’s.

As creatures who were both known to possess immense pride and ego, what could a merger between the two races become?

At the same time, he could feel the pressure they were going to face for bringing this unique universal anomaly into existence.

Feeling Sakan’s hand on her belly and feeling the growing life in her womb, Derylia could not help but smile, her gaze filled with expectations.

"Perhaps, they are wrong, perhaps they are right. But it’s too late for any of us to turn to logic now. Love is illogical in its own nature, trying to make sense of it and the actions it causes is pointless.

Our love is a cause, not an effect. It’s a reason, not a result. The moment they understand that, they might find love themselves." Derylia said.

"Hahaha, because of us, they have all avoided the idea of love like it’s a plague. I doubt they will be falling in love anytime soon." Sakan laughed.

Derylia also laughed at her lover’s words. She wished deeply for things to be the way it was forever, but with her experience, she knew it wouldn’t be so.

Just as she said, their love wasn’t an effect, it was a cause. It wasn’t a result, it was a reason.

Sooner or later, the effects and results of their love will catch up with them. The consequences of their union were dire and whether she would be able to face it with Sakan was unknown.